"And while you're about it," added Mrs. Payson, "ef you have got
any of that cider you give me when I was here before, I don't
know but I could worry down a little of it."
"Yes, we've got plenty. I'll bring it in with the pie."
"Well," murmured the old lady, "I'll get something for my
trouble. I guess I'll go and take supper at Mis' Frost's
a'terward."
Betsy brought in a slice of apple and one of pumpkin pie, and set
them down before the old lady. In addition she brought a generous
mug of cider.
The old lady's eyes brightened, as she saw this substantial
refreshment.
"You're a good gal, Betsy," she said in the overflow of her
emotions. "I was saying to my darter yesterday that I wish all
the gals round here was as good and considerate as you be."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Payson," said Betsy modestly. "I ain't any better
than girls generally."
"Yes, you be. There's my granddarter, Jane, ain't so respectful
as she'd arter be to her old grandma'am. I often tell her that
when she gets to have children of her own, she'll know what tis
to be a pilgrim an' a sojourner on the arth without nobody to
consider her feelin's.
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